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shanachie_quillTitle: Sparkle On, My Wayward Will
Characters: Will Zimmerman, Henry Foss, Nicola Tesla, Helen Magnus
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Will really should know better than touching things he’s not sure of.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, the good kind
Spoilers Nubbins, I think that’s it, but it’s only a slight reference nothing major
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, mores the pity :-(
Author's Note: I can’t be the only one who’s noticed Will’s unfortunate resemblance to a certain emo vampire. This is what happens when you combine that unfortunate resemblance, a warped sense of humor, and a love of the good crack. Oh and the firm belief that Kate and Henry play practical jokes on each other. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaitlia777 not only for the help with this but for inspiring it in the first place…this one is a place holder until I get your actual birthday fic done…yeah I know…I’m a little behind. I’ll um…get right on that, okay?
“Hey, Henry?” Will called, wandering into the other man’s lab. He frowned when he didn’t find the shorter man there. While none of the Sanctuary employees were required to work in their offices or work spaces, were in fact encouraged to work where ever they felt comfortable, Henry preferred his disorganized lab. Of course he swore that there was organization in his chaos and from the number of times Will had watched him lay hands on the exact part he needed in seconds, he was sure Henry had some…knack. To the casual observer, even a trained one such as the former police profiler, the lab looked like nothing more than a mechanical bomb had exploded…everywhere.
Still, even the lab couldn’t hide Henry for long. Will knew he was capable of concealing himself in the room, but other than under the shelves or table, there weren’t many other places. A quick glance around showed no sign of the young Hap, but Will wasn’t quite ready to return to his own domain. He rarely got a chance to poke around here on his own, not since Henry had left him to charge the whatever that one time (and it wasn’t like he’d blown up the lab or anything), but there hadn’t been a repeat of that incident. So naturally he was curious.
Will knew better than to just touch things randomly in the lab. Even the most innocuous item couldn’t be trusted not to blow up in his face. Henry had a habit of leaving things out and then yelping, “No, wait! Don’t touch that!” when all you wanted to do was lean against the wall. It could be completely nerve-wracking.
So really, no one could blame him for taking advantage of the empty lab to poke around. Really no one, not even Biggie who was all about respecting everyone’s space. It wasn’t like he’d broken in and started poking around. He wasn’t even really moving anything, just checking out what Henry’d left out on the shelves and tables.
A noise from one of the shelves drew his attention and he wandered in that direction, trying to pinpoint the chirruping. Any number of things could have hidden themselves in Henry’s disorganization. Really he was only doing his job by making sure nothing dangerous had escaped from the SHU (not that he really thought that was possible, Henry’s redundancies seemed to have redundancies), but it was better safe than sorry. Especially after some of the incidents they’d had over the last few months, Hell make that years.
Scanning the shelves, it didn’t look like anything could be making the noise, until he spied a tuft of fur. “The fuck…?” he asked. “Don’t tell me something actually escaped. Damn it. I thought we’d locked everything down and triple checked after that whole Nubbins thing.” Moving aside what looked like the barrel of a gun, he reached back, trying to grab the fur. His hand brushed something that looked perfectly harmless…and pink.
He should have known better. Nothing in Henry’s lab was ever harmless, even if it had started life that way. There was a bamf and he ducked out of reflex as something sprayed the room around him. “What. The. Hell?” he demanded as he attempted to spit out whatever had invaded his mouth. He swiped his hand across the back of his mouth and pulled it back, looking down. “Oh, gross.” At first he thought something had escaped…not the SHU, but maybe the less secure cells. Then he looked closer and realized that whatever it was sparkled.
He stared at his hand in shock as he realized with horrification that Stephanie Meyers might actually have gotten her ideas for her lame ass emo vampires from something that actually did go bump in the night. Granted the vampires they dealt with tended to have egos the size of Asia and flirt with anything that still breathed, but you never knew. Of course with his luck, whatever this was would either turn him green or make him invisible for the next week.
He was trying to find something that might be safe to clean himself off with when Henry burst into the lab. “What’dya touch?” the shorter man demanded.
“Nothing! I didn’t touch anything!” Will answered immediately. “How’d you even know I was in here?”
Henry rolled his eyes as he pointed at Will. “Sure you didn’t.”
“I didn’t!” Will protested. “Exactly. I thought I saw a Nubbin and I was reaching for it, checking to make sure it wasn’t that, when something just…exploded.”
Henry edged around the other man, making sure not to touch him, and scanned the shelves. After a minute, he picked up the furry thing that had attracted Will’s attention. “You mean this?”
Will stumbled backwards, letting out a manly squeak as Henry shoved the fuzzy thing in his face. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a Furby,” Henry answered. He shrugged and set it on the table. “Ashley had a bit of a warped sense of humor. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to get rid of it.”
“You know, if you need or want to talk about Ashley for any reason,” Will offered.
Henry turned so he was facing Will. “Seriously, Dude? You’re covered in sparkly pink glitter and you’re asking me if I want to talk?”
Will waved his hand. “This is not my fault!”
“How is it not your fault?” Henry handed him a sign that read, DANGER Do not TOUCH! This means YOU! Henry. “I mean it had a sign and everything.”
“Is that what this is?” Will looked down at himself. “Why the hell do you have something that sprays glitter everywhere?”
“It’s a glitter cannon,” Henry explained. “And it was supposed to be for Kate.”
“You were going to give Kate something that would coat any of us with this crap?” Will asked.
“Nooo,” Henry replied. “I was going to coat Kate with this crap.” He sighed. “But now I have to reset it and attempt to find more ammunition.”
“It’s. Glitter.”
“Not. Exactly,” Henry admitted. “Come on. We better get you cleaned off.”
Will stared after him as the Abnormal left the lab. “Henry?” he called. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean? This isn’t going to change my skin color or something is it?” He hurried to catch up with his friend.
“It’s mostly harmless, Will.”
“That’s really not comforting. Considering where we live.” Will followed him into the elevator and watched as Henry hit the button for the level with their living quarters. He brushed at his clothes, frowning as the glitter didn’t move. “Is there some way to get this off?”
"Yes. Maybe. Most likely. Well, I haven't actually tried to get it off before. I usually wear gloves when I handle it."
"Really not inspiring confidence here, Henry."
Henry rolled his eyes. “Well you were the one that set it off prematurely, Doctor Smartypants. I didn’t intend to get it off Kate. Come on.” He led the way out of the elevator, muttering to himself.
Will brushed at his clothes again as he followed Henry, frowning as the glitter just seemed to adhere better to his clothes and his hands. “Please tell me you have a way to get this off?”
“Fifty percent acetone, twenty-five percent liquid soap, and twenty-five percent water should work,” Henry answered. “But your clothes are probably a loss. We can try soaking them, I just don’t think it’ll be very effective.”
Sighing, Will followed Henry into the storage room, helping him search the shelves for the items they needed. “So you just want me to scrub with…” Will was asking when the two young men heard the last voice they wanted to.
"Well, well, when did Helen hire Pricilla Queen of the Desert?" the smarmy tones of their semi-permanent former vampire made the two turn around.
Henry rolled his eyes. “Go away, Tesla. We do not need your help.”
Tesla sashayed forward, walking around Will and looking him up and down. “Well, I have to say this look is an improvement over that non-style you have been inflicting upon us.” He did another slow glance. “Although I’m not sure pink is quite your color. Maybe something with a little more blue to bring out your eyes.”
Will backed away from him, bumping into the shelves as Magnus entered, obviously looking for Tesla. She sighed at the tableau, shaking her head at the sight. “Tesla, please do not molest Will. He’s obviously having a bad day.”
“Thank you,” Will said fervently.
“Although I must admit,” she added. “I think I agree that pink is not exactly your color.”
Henry covered his mouth, almost choking as he tried not to burst out laughing at Will’s expression. It almost seemed like he was trying to decide between panicked, horrified, and finally settled on creeped-out. “Um, we’re gonna just, um,” Will pointed at the hallway. “Henry?” he squeaked.
Henry rolled his eyes again, but pushed Will towards the hallway with the bucket he’d scooped up. “Come on. Let’s get this mixed up and get you naked and de-glittered.” He blocked Tesla’s way with the bucket. “No. We do not need more help.”
Tesla looked at Magnus as the two young men walked off down the hall, bickering about the best way to get the glitter off of Will. “Aren’t you going to ask how he got that way in the first place?”
“I’m sure I really don’t want to know,” Magnus answered as she turned her attention to the reason she’d entered the storage room herself.
Characters: Will Zimmerman, Henry Foss, Nicola Tesla, Helen Magnus
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Will really should know better than touching things he’s not sure of.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, the good kind
Spoilers Nubbins, I think that’s it, but it’s only a slight reference nothing major
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, mores the pity :-(
Author's Note: I can’t be the only one who’s noticed Will’s unfortunate resemblance to a certain emo vampire. This is what happens when you combine that unfortunate resemblance, a warped sense of humor, and a love of the good crack. Oh and the firm belief that Kate and Henry play practical jokes on each other. Thanks to
kaitlia777 not only for the help with this but for inspiring it in the first place…this one is a place holder until I get your actual birthday fic done…yeah I know…I’m a little behind. I’ll um…get right on that, okay?“Hey, Henry?” Will called, wandering into the other man’s lab. He frowned when he didn’t find the shorter man there. While none of the Sanctuary employees were required to work in their offices or work spaces, were in fact encouraged to work where ever they felt comfortable, Henry preferred his disorganized lab. Of course he swore that there was organization in his chaos and from the number of times Will had watched him lay hands on the exact part he needed in seconds, he was sure Henry had some…knack. To the casual observer, even a trained one such as the former police profiler, the lab looked like nothing more than a mechanical bomb had exploded…everywhere.
Still, even the lab couldn’t hide Henry for long. Will knew he was capable of concealing himself in the room, but other than under the shelves or table, there weren’t many other places. A quick glance around showed no sign of the young Hap, but Will wasn’t quite ready to return to his own domain. He rarely got a chance to poke around here on his own, not since Henry had left him to charge the whatever that one time (and it wasn’t like he’d blown up the lab or anything), but there hadn’t been a repeat of that incident. So naturally he was curious.
Will knew better than to just touch things randomly in the lab. Even the most innocuous item couldn’t be trusted not to blow up in his face. Henry had a habit of leaving things out and then yelping, “No, wait! Don’t touch that!” when all you wanted to do was lean against the wall. It could be completely nerve-wracking.
So really, no one could blame him for taking advantage of the empty lab to poke around. Really no one, not even Biggie who was all about respecting everyone’s space. It wasn’t like he’d broken in and started poking around. He wasn’t even really moving anything, just checking out what Henry’d left out on the shelves and tables.
A noise from one of the shelves drew his attention and he wandered in that direction, trying to pinpoint the chirruping. Any number of things could have hidden themselves in Henry’s disorganization. Really he was only doing his job by making sure nothing dangerous had escaped from the SHU (not that he really thought that was possible, Henry’s redundancies seemed to have redundancies), but it was better safe than sorry. Especially after some of the incidents they’d had over the last few months, Hell make that years.
Scanning the shelves, it didn’t look like anything could be making the noise, until he spied a tuft of fur. “The fuck…?” he asked. “Don’t tell me something actually escaped. Damn it. I thought we’d locked everything down and triple checked after that whole Nubbins thing.” Moving aside what looked like the barrel of a gun, he reached back, trying to grab the fur. His hand brushed something that looked perfectly harmless…and pink.
He should have known better. Nothing in Henry’s lab was ever harmless, even if it had started life that way. There was a bamf and he ducked out of reflex as something sprayed the room around him. “What. The. Hell?” he demanded as he attempted to spit out whatever had invaded his mouth. He swiped his hand across the back of his mouth and pulled it back, looking down. “Oh, gross.” At first he thought something had escaped…not the SHU, but maybe the less secure cells. Then he looked closer and realized that whatever it was sparkled.
He stared at his hand in shock as he realized with horrification that Stephanie Meyers might actually have gotten her ideas for her lame ass emo vampires from something that actually did go bump in the night. Granted the vampires they dealt with tended to have egos the size of Asia and flirt with anything that still breathed, but you never knew. Of course with his luck, whatever this was would either turn him green or make him invisible for the next week.
He was trying to find something that might be safe to clean himself off with when Henry burst into the lab. “What’dya touch?” the shorter man demanded.
“Nothing! I didn’t touch anything!” Will answered immediately. “How’d you even know I was in here?”
Henry rolled his eyes as he pointed at Will. “Sure you didn’t.”
“I didn’t!” Will protested. “Exactly. I thought I saw a Nubbin and I was reaching for it, checking to make sure it wasn’t that, when something just…exploded.”
Henry edged around the other man, making sure not to touch him, and scanned the shelves. After a minute, he picked up the furry thing that had attracted Will’s attention. “You mean this?”
Will stumbled backwards, letting out a manly squeak as Henry shoved the fuzzy thing in his face. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a Furby,” Henry answered. He shrugged and set it on the table. “Ashley had a bit of a warped sense of humor. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to get rid of it.”
“You know, if you need or want to talk about Ashley for any reason,” Will offered.
Henry turned so he was facing Will. “Seriously, Dude? You’re covered in sparkly pink glitter and you’re asking me if I want to talk?”
Will waved his hand. “This is not my fault!”
“How is it not your fault?” Henry handed him a sign that read, DANGER Do not TOUCH! This means YOU! Henry. “I mean it had a sign and everything.”
“Is that what this is?” Will looked down at himself. “Why the hell do you have something that sprays glitter everywhere?”
“It’s a glitter cannon,” Henry explained. “And it was supposed to be for Kate.”
“You were going to give Kate something that would coat any of us with this crap?” Will asked.
“Nooo,” Henry replied. “I was going to coat Kate with this crap.” He sighed. “But now I have to reset it and attempt to find more ammunition.”
“It’s. Glitter.”
“Not. Exactly,” Henry admitted. “Come on. We better get you cleaned off.”
Will stared after him as the Abnormal left the lab. “Henry?” he called. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean? This isn’t going to change my skin color or something is it?” He hurried to catch up with his friend.
“It’s mostly harmless, Will.”
“That’s really not comforting. Considering where we live.” Will followed him into the elevator and watched as Henry hit the button for the level with their living quarters. He brushed at his clothes, frowning as the glitter didn’t move. “Is there some way to get this off?”
"Yes. Maybe. Most likely. Well, I haven't actually tried to get it off before. I usually wear gloves when I handle it."
"Really not inspiring confidence here, Henry."
Henry rolled his eyes. “Well you were the one that set it off prematurely, Doctor Smartypants. I didn’t intend to get it off Kate. Come on.” He led the way out of the elevator, muttering to himself.
Will brushed at his clothes again as he followed Henry, frowning as the glitter just seemed to adhere better to his clothes and his hands. “Please tell me you have a way to get this off?”
“Fifty percent acetone, twenty-five percent liquid soap, and twenty-five percent water should work,” Henry answered. “But your clothes are probably a loss. We can try soaking them, I just don’t think it’ll be very effective.”
Sighing, Will followed Henry into the storage room, helping him search the shelves for the items they needed. “So you just want me to scrub with…” Will was asking when the two young men heard the last voice they wanted to.
"Well, well, when did Helen hire Pricilla Queen of the Desert?" the smarmy tones of their semi-permanent former vampire made the two turn around.
Henry rolled his eyes. “Go away, Tesla. We do not need your help.”
Tesla sashayed forward, walking around Will and looking him up and down. “Well, I have to say this look is an improvement over that non-style you have been inflicting upon us.” He did another slow glance. “Although I’m not sure pink is quite your color. Maybe something with a little more blue to bring out your eyes.”
Will backed away from him, bumping into the shelves as Magnus entered, obviously looking for Tesla. She sighed at the tableau, shaking her head at the sight. “Tesla, please do not molest Will. He’s obviously having a bad day.”
“Thank you,” Will said fervently.
“Although I must admit,” she added. “I think I agree that pink is not exactly your color.”
Henry covered his mouth, almost choking as he tried not to burst out laughing at Will’s expression. It almost seemed like he was trying to decide between panicked, horrified, and finally settled on creeped-out. “Um, we’re gonna just, um,” Will pointed at the hallway. “Henry?” he squeaked.
Henry rolled his eyes again, but pushed Will towards the hallway with the bucket he’d scooped up. “Come on. Let’s get this mixed up and get you naked and de-glittered.” He blocked Tesla’s way with the bucket. “No. We do not need more help.”
Tesla looked at Magnus as the two young men walked off down the hall, bickering about the best way to get the glitter off of Will. “Aren’t you going to ask how he got that way in the first place?”
“I’m sure I really don’t want to know,” Magnus answered as she turned her attention to the reason she’d entered the storage room herself.
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11/12/10 05:19 (UTC)Yeah, Tesla is totally the sort of creep that would be like 'WHAT....NAKED....WHERE?' And he wouldn't even care WHO it was. He's such a smarmy creep. ♥
Wow...my brain was half way like TESLA/WIL-.......no...I just can't do it. It feels weird to NOT have an active ship. :/
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12/12/10 05:01 (UTC)I know right? That was my whole thought...Tesla would just be like...naked? I'm there...and he wouldn't even care if it was Will. He's like you said...an equal opportunity harasser.
LOL I'm sorry you don't have an active ship and it feels weird. If it makes you feel better...Tesla'll hit on anything. And does.
Tesla was more fun to write than I thought.
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12/12/10 05:44 (UTC)Tesla is awesome to write. Because he's an asshole and doesn't care who knows it. Possible side effect of being immortal. Though, in the flash backs, he seems pretty smarmy so that might just be his general disposition.
But yes, Equal opportunity harasser. And Will is pretty enough that you wouldn't even have to paper bag him. *snickers*
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12/12/10 06:12 (UTC)I think the smarm is just...Tesla. But it works on him. And yes, he is awesome to write because of that :-)
Hahaha. And he would totally just switch from harassing Will to harassing Magnus without missing a beat. Oh my goddess...you did NOT go there. You did NOT just say you wouldn't have to paper bag Will. And I am so tired, you would NOT believe what I read that as first. *snickers*
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11/12/10 11:02 (UTC)this is brilliant, I'm still giggling :P
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12/12/10 05:21 (UTC)Thanks! I had fun with it!
And really? Tell me I'm not the only one that's noticed Will's unfortunate hair?
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18/12/10 14:16 (UTC)Love that it's tesla making the pop culture reference. Neato.
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18/12/10 14:39 (UTC)It's not so much a pop culture reference...although it did end up being that...as Tesla's love of a) disconcerting Will and b) hitting on anything that breaths :-)
We had fun coming up with things he could say. And I've still got a few.
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1/5/11 08:44 (UTC)I'm pretty sure that's how Magnus stays sane.
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1/5/11 12:45 (UTC):-) I can't believe you haven't seen this one before.
Also I had to go back up and make sure I'd put a crack warning on this one.
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1/5/11 16:02 (UTC)(no subject)
1/5/11 16:27 (UTC)That should be all of them...and I'm planning to go through all my tags and make posts for each fandom...but it probably won't happen this month. Because it's Writo de Mayo.